Jesus had been to Jerusalem during the passover season, and while there had found men who were selling sheep, oxen and doves in the temple. Such desecration could not be tolerated, so he chased them all out; and after giving them some good lessons he journeyed on toward Galilee. He was weary from the long journey, and while his disciples went to the city to buy something to eat he sat and rested. Even though tired he did not fail to teach the Samaritan woman some good lessons. There he told her of the water of eternal life; and there he revealed himself unto her, saying, “I that speak unto thee am he.” Jesus had a message for the Samaritans, and the woman carried it to them. At first it was hard to understand what Jesus meant. She pointed to the mountain which was not faraway and said, “Our fathers worshiped in this mountain: and ye say, that in Jerusalem is the place where men ought to worship.” But Jesus showed her plainly what he desired, and without waiting for the water pot, she went into the city and told what Jesus had said to her. Many went to see him; they insisted upon Jesus staying with them, and he was there two days. Before he left “many more believed because of his own word.” A church was built over the well many years ago, but nothing is to be seen of it now. An arch which at one time covered it had broken away, and through the opening a descent of several feet was made, when the mouth of Jacob’s well was reached. The company desired to taste the water, so by the help of Arabs who stood by, and with the use of pieces of rope tied together and fastened to an old can, their wish was gratified and each one tasted water from the well which had been dug in Bible times. The time of resting ended, and Jacob’s well was left behind. Our next stop was to be made at the tomb of Joseph, supposed to be the real burial place of Jacob’s favorite son. The story of Joseph’s life is extremely interesting, and I should take great pleasure in telling it to you, but space forbids. The time came for the good man to die, and the cares and toils of life ended. His body was embalmed—as was the custom of the country—and placed in a coffin. “And the bones of Joseph, which the children of Israel brought up out of Egypt, buried they in Shechem.” When the famine was great in the land where Joseph’s father and brethren dwelt, he was greatly concerned; and when the brethren asked for corn after their arrival in Egypt it was not withheld from them, even when Joseph had power to do so. Prosperity had not closed this good man’s heart against home folks, though he had been shamefully treated by them. I think a lesson of love may be learned, for hatred was far from his heart, and in every action love was made manifest. We rode on from Joseph’s tomb until the valley of Shechem was entered. There we were between two mountains,—Gerizim, where the blessing of obedience was pronounced, and Ebal, where cursings upon the rebellious were made known.